[ Featuring The Blazin 7s ]
Dark- Skinned Sudanese
Chicks say "Ven Aqui!"
Venerate the boy through your hate and ya jealousy
Never f*ck around with the MVP
I don't keep around with your bitch made tendencies
Smooth killer eating Kisra with Coffee or Tea
Don't bother trying to figure what the nigga mean
I'm a rare nigga I ain't in the mean
Trying to push the needle like a f*cking fiend
Lifting up my people is my only dream
Working like a well-oiled rap machine
Product of the old-world oil regime
So I'm working till God yelling cut the scene
You want the f*ckin smoke know we got that for ya
More smoke than Snoop and all of California
You couldn't handle the hit man I tried to warn ya
Heat-seeking missiles that'll swarm and scorch ya
Claws out, He got the f*ckin claws out!
Claws out, He got the f*ckin claws out!
Claws out, He got the f*ckin claws out!
Claws out, He got the f*ckin claws out!
Flow abrasive, man my cigarette still burning
30 years old now and every day I'm still learning
That you can't keep doing these things
It's Pats baby let me spread my wings
I been untamed, I got the wildest flames
And if ya bring ya girl round I might just steal ya dame
I peel these lames, concealed by fame
Revealed by shame
I CAN'T LOOK AT YOU THE SAME
MAN IN THE MIRROR
HE THE ONE TO BLAME
THE ROOT OF ALL THE PAIN
BUT WE DON'T MENTION NAMES
Lord forbid that you blame yourself
You'll do anything to protect your house
You want the f*ckin smoke know we got that for ya
More smoke than Snoop and all of California
You couldn't handle the hit man I tried to warn ya
Heat-seeking missiles that'll swarm and scorch ya
Claws out, He got the f*ckin claws out!
Claws out, He got the f*ckin claws out!
Claws out, He got the f*ckin claws out!
Claws out, He got the f*ckin claws out!
Life's a bitch but I feel dope when I'm on the mic
Broken-hearted but well-spoken homie don't trip oh imma bite
Turn on you imma spin a bottle at your noggin just cuz outta spite
When they see me there's tons of fright they be screaming like
"Run on sight"!
I'm not alright, bitch who said I was?
Their dumber than your mama she should of swallowed cum
I gotta gun, jokes I said that for fun
Cap I aint strapped only thing imma bust is my f*ckin tongue
Swimming in a lava lake so hot I feel like imma bake
The beat the rhythm like a tater that everybody wants a taste of
I'm leaving you without a rake I'm shouting out the Young MA
So please gimme another day to recount my numbers imma say
I make enough for statt day uh
I make music that's blatant
I'm flaming em like their bacon
They salivate at my ways uh
Why am I like this I'm gifted?
Nah bitch I think that I'm twisted
F*cked in the head scince a kid it's retarded the way I'm thinking
My brains whack slow like a snail on a NASCAR race track
But stay back when I blast off I'm assaulting asphalt
Like a Jet Engine attached on a Maybach
You want the f*ckin smoke know we got that for ya
More smoke than Snoop and all of California
You couldn't handle the hit man I tried to warn ya
Heat-seeking missiles that'll swarm and scorch ya
Claws out, He got the f*ckin claws out!
Claws out, He got the f*ckin claws out!
Claws out, He got the f*ckin claws out!
Claws out, He got the f*ckin claws out!
